Jaded In Love Novels & Stories

Jade I stirred from sleep, feeling a warmth settle over me, like a soft glow pulsing at the edge of my consciousness. Slowly, I blinked away the remnants of sleep, my eyes adjusting to the morning light, and there he was—Darius, his gaze burning into me with such intensity it stole my breath. The depth in his eyes was something I’d never seen before—an unguarded tenderness and love so fierce that it tightened something in my chest. I realised, with a thrill, that I could feel him now—his emotions mingling with mine in the bond we’d created, a vivid, unmistakable presence in my heart.

Why would she go through this trouble if she did not? “Oh, I’m not mad at you, okay? I love you. I love you, alright?” Javier comforted her. “But please don’t tell lies like that anymore, okay? It actually hurts.” Warmth unfurled in Jade’s heart. She had always known Javier loved her, possibly the most too. She told herself she was never going to doubt how much he loved her from now on. Never again. Javier drove his new car to the company before leaving Josh to get his actual license plate. He himself went to meet Chad—

Dashing through the walkway to the Exit she saw an astonishing handsome guy, sleek, fit and tall she thought . Immediately she waved the thought bye and said “ No! Don’t think . Don’t feel love. It’s all a lie “ . Walking through the dashing sun that radiated her pulchritude and aura she smiled and waved to almost everyone staring at her before she got in her black radiant limousine.

"My reason for breathing, for fighting, for trying to be better than I was yesterday. I do not just love her, I am devoted to her. Completely. Eternally. Nothing in this world or any other could make me hurt her, and nothing could make me leave her. Not death, not distance, not time itself." I swallowed hard, the intensity of my own words surprising me. "I will spend every day for the rest of my life trying to be worthy of what she gives me. Trying to love her the way she deserves to be loved. And if I ever fall short, it will not be because I did not try with everything I have." Jade was quiet for a long moment, studying my face like she was reading something written there in a language onl

I mumbled. Stephen opened his eyes to look at me. "Jared, what is love?" He asked. The rims of his eyes were a little red. I was taken aback. Love... I pulled on the bracelet on my wrist as I thought deeply. Love... It was one of the simplest words in my mind yet, the heaviest to understand. "To me, love is painful yet sweet. Love is when you stand tall even when everything seems to break down... no, love shouldn't hurt that hard." I bit my lower lip.

“Jade doesn't care about you enough to look at you twice, not even if you’re bandaged like an Egyptian mummy.” My mind turns the gears. Fifty million. It isn't twenty, and it is enough to change my life for good. It is enough to stop the grinding gears of Zayn's corporate machine from flattening me completely. “Love doesn't die as easily as you think, Barb. Once Jade sees that I'm dying and I need surgery and she’s the only one I need by my side, she'll come running to me like she never left.” “She’s changed. She’s not the Jade we used to know. She is aware that we know about her trust fund and that we’re out to get our hands on that money no matter what.”

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

The last time I checked, Maisie Illeana, the one I loved and lived for was in a critical position after too much exposure to the sun. As we waited, one tall, thin doctor walked up to us. His veins were popping out. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "I'm sorry -" ** And that, my dear friends is how fate chose neither of the options, "love or live," for how could I live after all I'd passed and how could I love after how life had dealt with me. But besides all this, my father smiled and if that wasn't queer, I don't know what is.

Jamal can't love me because Jamal can't feel. Jamal is cursed. ﹏﹏﹏﹏ JAMAL. There is a tugging pain in my chest as I watch her run away. I want to stop her, I want to run after her. But I do nothing but stare as she leaves me alone. Is it tears that I feel prickling my eyes. I have never cried my whole life. But what else would I expect, everything about Sarafina makes me do things I have never done. I don't know what this is but one thing I know is after now...

There was never room for the sentiment called love in her life. Jade was such a dominatrix that it was hard for her to give up the reins of control to someone else. This Dearil guy was probably already having a fucking tough time. I smirked. Skye stared at me. "What's funny?" "Nothing, just that I think Dearil is already having his karma. Jade is not the loving or easy type. I bet she is already putting him through a lot of heartaches already". "If he is in pain, so is Jade, that is how the mate bound works".